“It’s my pleasure!” I find myself saying this a lot in my life when someone thanks me for giving them something, whether it’s a mentoring session, help with their bags, a ride to town or a compliment about their outfit. “It’s my pleasure!” are the first words out of my mouth after they thank me. And…
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I’m sitting here in my studio, sun streaming down on me through the window. Birds chittering in the surrounding trees. This is my oasis. I leave and I return, leave and return. I got home yesterday after two days away. On Tuesday I was in Victoria where I graduated my first class of students at…
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Feeling into this present. A sadness. I burned my left foot this week. Poured a kettle of boiling water into a glass that broke in two. Now it is healing, pain-free. Bandaged so I am having to be extra careful how I step, walk, do downward dog and child’s pose. Because of where the blisters…
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In March, I was invited to UBC to participate in a panel on “Jobs Outside Academia” for students in the faculty of education. A friend and colleague, Heather Duff, suggested to the organizing committee that I be a part of the conversation because of how I am using my doctoral research in exciting and alternative ways through my work at the…
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What takes place here is not ordinary or commonplace unless my preconceptions make it so. What takes place here is extraordinary. Karen Meyer I was in Whistler last week with a dear friend, taking some deserved time out to rest, rejuvenate and play. With so much work on marketing my business right now, especially for…
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As I sit here and work on this new blog post, I hear the rain drip drip outside the windows of my studio. A pang (actually a raw ache) in my heart pulls me back to the email I read from avaaz.org earlier this morning about the Syrian government’s crackdown on the Arab Spring and the…
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Sun in my eyes, the creek murmuring in the garden outside my studio. Many days, and nights of rain have assured its steady ebullient flow. I open the window slightly so I can hear it. Let the cool air visit the warm space. Then comes raven’s guttural cry; Jetplane’s echo overhead. A phone conversation with…
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As I sit in my studio and write, the apples fall. I listen to each soft thud as one-by-one, they land on the ground. Over and over this staccato symphony of release. On my deck, and around the tree, hundreds of shiny marbles, a field of plenty. In the loft I cook Apple Sauce with…
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A few weeks ago the doctor told me I am completely healthy, good news that stemmed from all those tests I took last month having come back normal. He also let me know that I am post-menopausal i.e. my ovaries have shut down and I am no longer capable of conceiving. I wasn’t totally…
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I love the new year. What a wonderful moment! Standing on the precipice between what has been and what will be, it is a powerful opportunity to be fully here and to remember what matters to us. Here on the farm it is cold. Everywhere the ground is frozen white. Trees are bare and stark….
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